Spirit week brings
a day of dressing up
as places you'll go
one day...
hopefully...
and I pray you do.
She dons a beret
and draws on
a small
swirly
mustache
just under her freckled nose.
Her childlike version
of Paris
smiles back at her
from the mirror.
The piece de resistance
a baguette,
carried in hand,
as she utters,
with graveled voice,
the only word she knows
in French,
Bonjour!
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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